One Hundred Fifty

19 - The Singing Bird

Her crown blink and shone in front of the two poor slaves. She sighed, rest her back at the hard golden seat with its tiger mattress. She eyed them head to toe, their 'finest dresses' can pass as their rugs, she perceived. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her eyes sharpened that suddenly makes the other golden chairs flew away from her sight.

"They said you two are a good entertainer. Singers that can wreck your resting heart. But why is it that you can't even break the puffiness in my eyes?"

"Princess Louise..." The girls in front of them almost said in unison, same tone. Begging.

She snapped her head away from their gazes. "Out."

One word and the two supposed to be slaves are out not just from the palace, but from the job and fortune. The maids in identical uniforms winced at the sight. No musical performance can amuse the Princess. They shook their hesds and almost in sync throwing their look where a voice slowly coming closer to the Princess chamber.

A guard in its red cap bowed at the Princess while something in his hands is gestured as if being presented. They all gasped to see who is the one resting in the guards palms.

"Princess! Tweetie had fallen! She was bitten by an uknown creature and left a note that only the greatest music can make Tweetie go back-!" He was cut off as the Princess stood up firmly and staring at the dead bird, her bestfriend in her twenyy years of existence.

"Are you kidding me?! Who is this purple butterfly? And why is Tweetie involved?"

"T-that is because... Uhm... Princess. "

"What? Say it or I'll fire you!"

"It said it was because you were never at all amused in the music everyone make that comes from their heart! She said because you were picky in just two seconds, she'll trap her soul up in a matter of two hours!"

Princess got angry, and angrier. "GIVE ME THE BEST MUSICIAN IN THE WHOLE PALACE! OR BETTER YET IN THIS WHOLE COUNTRY!"

She snatch Tweetie from the guards grasped and brought her into her arms.

"Hush there my best lad, I will save you."

Almost one hour and a half had passed but there was no sign of Tweetie to came back to life. The portal towards the greatest musician and singer of all times was opened but they were not enough.

The princess cried in her fumming chest, and shouted at the musician trying to calm her down. " Stop calming me and do your music!"

They did, another fifteen minutes had passed and there is still no avail of sign for birdie.

Until the two singer ladies from earlier peek on the big golden door as they heard the Princess frantically in panic.

"Uh- uhm. We can help a little Princess..."

Princess glared at them. "What can you help here when your voice sucks!"

"Maybe... But theirs isn't." The one girl said and gently put something up. The Princess gasped, a bird identical with her fury green friend in a beak!

Upon getting shock, her brows met each other again and slam at the resting support of the chair! "They can't sing! Their music sucks more than you have!"

"But maybe to them it don't."

Princess stretch her back again as the two ladies approach Tweetie laying in front of the Princess's goden seat, opened up the cage and let the two wedded bird fly away. They thought they wouldn't came back until they were in the door, sync in flying, then flew closer to Tweetie. Tweeting, singing with some tone, all while tapping the little pal with their feet while still high. The chamber was filled with the bird's beautiful echoing tweet.

Princess Louise is in tears again, knowing it won't work.

Until... Tweetie move her mint green wings, opened its eyes and suddenly flew away and came back to Princess as if it was never sick... A couple of gasped from the viewers, the musicians and of course from the Princess who was beyond happiness!

She glance at the two ladies unbothered from the whisper and just smiling...

"H-how is that the greatest music?"

"Music... is not about ears, but hearts that awaken."

Said in unison, as they suddenly vanish and suddenly a twirling green petals and leaves replaced their figures.

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